"Is my son still healthy?" Li Mingxun smiled when facing the messenger from the southeast.

The envoy was Li Junduo's attendant, a young man in his twenties. He said respectfully: "Yes, the eldest son is healthy and goes to the military camp to ride horses and shoot guns every day. He also asks Manchuria for archery skills. Sometimes he goes out of the city to search in a very small way, and has conducted several large-scale hunting tours."

"Well, it's good. At least I haven't forgotten to exercise. The search for the mini clothes is good. You can understand the people's sentiments. Large-scale hunting can promote military power. I also have some medicines here, which were prescribed by a doctor when I was in Fujian and prevented by mosquitoes. You should bring them with you when you go back and tell Jundu, as a father, I am proud of him, and as the head of state, I am proud of him." Li Mingxun said with satisfaction.

The attendant nodded excitedly, and Li Mingxun's attendant also handed him the medicine and several official documents. The attendant glanced at him. The official document was the reply to Li Jundu's request for rewards for his contributions, and the thickest one was to ask for a letter of pardon to Yue Le and other Manchu and Mongolian personnel.

When the servant grew up in the study, He Wenxi on the side said, "The eldest son is good everywhere, and he is both strong and soft in the two Zhejiang areas. But there is only one thing, it is too generous. Yue Le, who had fought with us in the southeast for a long time, agreed to the same reward as Mandahai in one sentence, as well as the thousands of Manchu soldiers and tens of thousands of foreign vassals and Mongolians in the Hangzhou camp, gave freedom in one sentence."

"Their generation is different from us. Wen Xi. Although you rarely work in the mainland, when you mention Yangzhou and Jiading Three Slaughter, you will immediately see devastation and blood. But what about Jundu's generation? That's just a few big words and a string of numbers. They grew up listening to the news of our victory. No matter how instilled it, in their heads, the Qing Dynasty is the weak who will inevitably fail. When Jundu saw it with his own eyes, he has become a dog of a family. A dog of a family brings a news of occupying the wealthy provinces of two Zhejiang Provinces. No one will refuse." Li Mingxun said with a smile. He was satisfied with Li Jundu's ability, and he would not blame some details.

"Okay, you're right." He Wenxi said. He knew that most of his sons were like this.

Li Mingxun said: "Okay, let's discuss the Nanjing court. The Security Bureau has done a good job and can put key figures next to Qian Qianyi in such a short time."

"In fact, it is not very meaningful. If Nanjing sends a mission to the southwest, we will get news when we form a mission. If we raise troops north, we will probably know when we raise troops." He Wenxi said modestly.

"This is not right. Even if the intelligence brings a day of advance, it means a lot to us. Now it seems that it is extremely precious to let us respond at least half a month in advance." Li Mingxun still had great praise.

He Wenxi sat on the chair and said, "Whether it is sending a mission south or leading troops north, the purpose is to force us to recognize the Nanjing court. If you take a step back, at least you must return the leader's throne to Yongli first. What should we do if we have the opportunity to resolve the Qing army in Shandong?"

As soon as the news that the Ming court was still in Nanjing came, Li Mingxun immediately ordered the mobile army to annihilate the enemy of Linqing, which also encountered resistance from the Linqing defenders. Therefore, the war did not go smoothly, but it would be resolved before November, but in Qingzhou, it was still in a confrontation.

Li Mingxun said: "How to do it, I have been thinking about it. Since the Nanjing court intends to lead the army north to put pressure on it, the best response is to do nothing."

"Aren't you going to return the position to Yongli?" He Wenxi asked in surprise. At least in his opinion, this step was inevitable, after all, the covenant was clearly stipulated.

"Of course not. Returning to Yongli means surrender. Everything that follows is not under our control. In the end, we will admit that at least we will acknowledge the existence of the Ming Dynasty court. At least within the system of the alliance, we cannot snatch Jiangnan and Huguang from it." Li Mingxun said lightly, and he asked: "Wenxi, do you think I really have the courage to recognize the Nanjing court?"

"God?" He Wenxi couldn't believe that Li Mingxun would choose to use such a word.

Li Mingxun stood up and said, "Yes, courage! You should know that in order to restore the entire continent, our United States has prepared 100 million silver dollars in war funds, most of which are borrowed, and this money is being invested in the country in an orderly manner. At present, the base camp, Yongning, Fujian, Guangdong and Guangxi, Lu Song and Nanhua, every corner of the United States is thriving because of the investment of this money. Factory and handicraft workshops are producing full efforts, mines and caves are trying to expand, plantations and farmland prices are increasing, and our army is training and forming new troops everywhere, and our military academies and political schools are expanding enrollment. It can be said that the entire United States is counting on this money for dinner and development, but if I recognize the Nanjing court, Nanjing will immediately eliminate the Qing Dynasty with us, and then quickly divide the land. In order to survive, they can admit almost any conditions, and then the war will end.

The end of the war is the beginning of the disaster. The army is about to be disbanded. The soldiers have no military pay. The officers from the military academy are going to be unemployed. The crops produced in the Nanyang plantation will plummet. The workshop owner has just expanded the factory, trained workers, subcontracted parts, and borrowed a lot for this. When the order is lost, it means bankruptcy and bankruptcy. You must know that not only the country is investing, but we have invested 100 million. The capitalists of the United States may invest 1 billion. In a word, how many people will be unemployed and how many people will go bankrupt?"

"But the war will always end?" He Wenxi clenched his fists: "Do we fight for them forever?"

"Yes, the war will always end, but not with the recognition of the Nanjing court, but with the occupation of the entire Jiuzhou Shenlu. If the war suddenly ends, the entire United States will be shrouded in unemployment and bankruptcy. At this time, as long as someone tells them that it is a guy named Li Mingxun who makes everyone poor and destitute. As long as the war starts again, everyone can live a good life, then the planter and workshop owner will immediately affect the members of their support, and then push the pressure to the base camp, undermine me, and replace me. There will always be a way. Even if they are willing to reduce the impact, they can support one of my sons to do this, carry out the war to the end, and unify the old land of China."

"So, we can only think that the Nanjing court is illegal." He Wenxi said immediately.

Li Mingxun nodded: "This is inevitable. It doesn't matter whether he is illegal or not, but he can't do it immediately. If we declare that the Nanjing court is illegal now, the result will force all forces that were still swaying to express their opinions, and force the Nanjing court to cooperate more powerfully. You think, when we declare that the Nanjing court is illegal, how will the Southwest Sanfan tribesmen do and support us? After all, they are ministers of the Ming Kingdom, and the Ming Kingdom can protect their privileges and oppose us? They have witnessed our power, so where will they have this courage? In the end, it will lead to the internalization of the Southwest Sanfan tribesmen and be taken advantage of by the Nanjing court.

On the contrary, if we do nothing, neither admit nor oppose it, then the Three Feudals in the Southwest will do nothing, and they will always wait for my statement. If the Three Feudals in the Southwest will not move, Wu Sangui will not move, and Huguang will not move. We say that we are dealing with the Qing Dynasty and Zhu Ming, but in fact, it is just dealing with the Qingzhou Camp and the Jiangnan."

"But if this is the case, the main force in the southeast cannot move." He Wenxi said.

Li Mingxun smiled, "So what? With my strong army, even if Nanjing leads another 200,000 troops to join forces with the Qing court, it is not a match for our army. On the contrary, it gives me a chance to achieve success in one battle. Wen Xi, can you imagine that if the two dynasties were destroyed in one battle, how could God have favored me so much?"

He Wenxi was speechless. He also knew that there was a chance in crisis, but he did not have the courage to try like this.

"Maybe the heavens really favor you, but if it were me, I would choose to eliminate the main force of the Qing Dynasty in Qingzhou as soon as possible, and then go south to fight against the Ming court." He Wenxi said.

Li Mingxun smiled: "Why? If the Qing Dynasty did not have the main force in Qingzhou, what courage would the Nanjing court have to come to Shandong? If they were forced to be turtles in Jiangnan, the Jiangnan water network was densely populated and the gentry was extremely powerful, it would be difficult to pacify it."

Hangzhou.

It was already winter, but it was only a small cold rain in Hangzhou, which made the ground of the Governor's yamen a little wet. The administrative officials of the Military Control Commission and the generals of the Southeast War Zone entered and exited the Governor's yamen. On the open space in front of the yamen, there was a golden dragon herald flag. It belonged to the current ruler of Zhejiang, the son of the head of the United States, and the same prince in the Hua League system. He was the director of the Military Control Commission and the deputy commander of the Southeast War Zone, and was in charge of the political affairs of the Zhejiang army. Li Jundu was only seventeen years old.

Li Jundu was wiping a simple-style saber at this time, which was a gift brought back from Shandong by the attendant. He wiped the sword that Li Mingxun had used carefully and suddenly said, "I thought my father would relieve my military power and let me go to serve."

"However, it is not. The head of state will hand over all the military and political affairs of Zhejiang to you. How much attention is this? Whenever you talk to the head of state about you, your eyes will shine." The attendant stood in front of Li Jundu and said.

Indeed, Li Jundu went south with Simmons last year, defeated the Western colonists, and his prestige in the navy increased day by day. He also visited the barbarians on behalf of the United States, and promoted the national prestige of the United States. This time he went to Liangzhe, but the Senate could not find a man for a while and could not allocate enough troops. He hoped that the identity of the son of Li Jundu could be "fake the power of the tiger". However, Li Jundu did better than anyone imagined, but he also stole the influence into the army. You must know that he was the eldest son, but not the legitimate son.

"Did you send the gift you sent to the eldest lady and Aunt Li?" Li Jundu asked.

"Yes, young master, I have handed it to the two ladies in person." The attendant said. When he said this, he hesitated for a moment, took a small step forward, and said, "I heard from someone privately that the second young master was in Qingdao and repeatedly collided with the head of state. I was scolded by you very much. I also said that I could not hand over his foundation to the second young master..."

Li Jundu narrowed his eyes and suddenly drew his sword in his hand. The sharp tip of the knife hit the servant's Adam's apple, and shouted coldly: "Even you can dare to alienate the affection of your family!"

"I'm here... I'm here absolutely nothing." The servant steward unconsciously raised his head, sweating all over his face. Seeing Li Jundu's brows pounding, he felt a bone-broken chill, staring at him like a beast.

"You'd better not." Li Jundu put his knife in the sheath and ordered: "The Mongols have moved to Sijiao Mountain. General Zhao must serve in Hangzhou. If you have such a meticulous thought, go to Sijiao Mountain and watch over the restless Mongolians."

The attendant looked down and walked out. He reached out and touched his hand. His neck was already wet. He thought it was sweating, but his retracted hand saw red.

Soon, Zhao Sandao came in and asked, "Your Excellency, a delegation of more than 800 people have been formed in Nanjing. He is going to the southwest Xuanfu various vassals and wants to pass through us."

"More than 800 people are doing big things. It seems that Nanjing really wants to win over the southwest vassals." Li Jundu said with a smile.

"It's said it was a transit, but it's actually for us to show it." Zhao Sandao was indignant.

Li Jundu smiled and said, "Look? I won't just look. You send someone to tell Nanjing that since it's just a transit, I'll let him pass, and the military and political parties do a good job in hospitality. I will also say hello to them in Fujian."

Zhao Sandao asked: "Why treat them well? Moreover, this is not a trivial matter. The head of state has not yet recognized the Nanjing court."

Li Jundu said: "It is because we have not admitted that we have to treat the mission well, which creates an ambiguous illusion, and at the same time, we have to delay the speed of the mission going south. Now the Ming court is still in its capital, which is quite a sign of revival. In the southwest, there are many idiots who are unwilling to give up will pop up. The longer we delay here, the more ambiguous and vague we make, the more people will pop up, and the cleaner they will be. Besides, there are more than 800 people, besides escorting officers and soldiers and clerks, there must be hundreds of officials. It is always possible to bribe a few. It is also good to get the list earlier."

When Zhao Sandao heard this, this was also a truth, so he quickly responded, and then thought: "How to hold the mission? Why not say that Liangzhe is not stable and bandits are rampant?"

Li Jundu smiled and said, "Isn't that a self-deprecation?" After thinking about it, thinking about his experience in the Propaganda and Fufu in various countries in Southeast Asia, he said, "Invite these people to dinner, drink, and invite them to any city, military, government, civil, and business, eat, drink, knock, and see how they get up quickly."

Zhao Sandao laughed: "The trick is indeed a trick."

"Are I sending someone to contact Zheng Chenggong back?" Li Jundu asked.

"I'm back. Not only the people you sent are back, but all the people stationed in Zhoushan are back. Zheng Chenggong's son personally led people to deport them." Zhao Sandao said.
Chapter completed!